The elevator was too quiet. The moment everyone stepped out, the air felt heavier and thicker, felt like the walls themselves were waiting for something to explode.
Aec stood there, blocking the exit, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes were calm, but the kind of calm that makes your skin crawl. The kind that warns of a storm coming.
He started walking toward me, slow and deliberate, his every step echoing in my chest.
I couldn't move. My back hit the elevator wall, but it was his stare that pinned me there, not the metal.
When he finally reached me, his fingers brushed my lips lightly, almost tenderly, as if trying to claim possession.
"I thought you wanted to be mine," he said, his tone low but edged with anger. "Or was that just another lie to add to the pile?"
